Page 14 of The Throwback

“I’ll be right back,” I say, kissing her quickly and heading to the bathroom. I turn on the sink, waiting for the water to warm as I grab two washcloths from the shelf, hold them under the tap, and add some body wash from my toiletry bag. I clean the cum from my stomach and dick, preparing the other one for Bailey.

Leaving the room, I walk to the refrigerator and take out a bottle of water, then swipe a banana from the dish on the corner table before returning to the bed.

“Can you drink for me?” I say as she lies there, practically asleep, and reach under her neck to prop her up against the pillow. She groans in annoyance, and I chuckle as I hand her the bottle, which she thankfully takes. I watch her as I peel the banana and offer it in exchange for the water. She looks at me with defiance written across her face.

“You have to eat,” I tell her softly. “I just put your body through the wringer. You did amazing, and you might feel great now, but it may be a different story when the endorphins wear off. You’re at risk for something called sub drop, which is a very unpleasant experience I’d like to avoid, so please eat and drink for me.”

“Fine,” she sasses, taking it from my hand. “Butonly because your dick is huge and you just made me come about a hundred times.”

I raise a brow. “You better watch your mouth, Bay,” I warn. “Just because I get off on giving you pleasure doesn’t mean I won’t punish you. It would be an honor and a privilege to turn that tight little ass red.”

She tucks her lips between her teeth, hiding her surprise before taking a small bite of the banana. I smirk as I bring the washcloth to her overstimulated core, wiping gently to clean her as carefully as I can. She jumps at the contact, hissing a breath through her teeth.

“I’m sorry, baby,” I apologize. “Is it sore?”

She smiles. “It is, but I really like it. It’s never been that good before.” Part of me internally fist pumps because I made her feel better than anyone ever has, but the other part hates the fact that we were separated long enough for her to live a whole other life without me.

No more. At least not if I have anything to say about it.

EIGHT

BAILEY

“I can do this myself,you know,” I say with a contended sigh as Jett smooths the brush through my hair. We’ve been sitting in bed since we woke up, him pampering me as I pretend to resist.

“I know you can,” he replies, gathering my long locks in his hand and tugging gently to one side before kissing my neck. “But this is all part of what I like. Being a Pleasure Dom isn’t just about endless orgasms. It’s about making you feel good in all ways, both physically and emotionally. It turns me on to take care of you.”

I smile softly, nodding my head in understanding. I’ve heard lots of kinky stories from my friends, but this type of situation is completely new to me. I had no idea it was even a thing, and I have to admit that I’m curious about it.

Last night after Jett shook my entire world, forcing so many orgasms from me that I lost count, he fed me, cleaned me and whispered the sweetest praises into myear as I gave in to my exhaustion and fell asleep in his arms. We didn’t really talk much about anything else, but I have several burning questions that I want answers to.

“Have you, umm…” I begin, trying to find the right words without setting myself up to be disappointed. “Have you done this with a lot of women?”

As soon as I say it, I want to take it back. I have no right to ask him that. What he’s done prior to that elevator ride isn’t my business. But I can’t help wishing that it was something more with me.

“I’ve had a few relationships where this type of dynamic was in play.” He sets the brush down, reaching around me and pulling my back tightly to his front. “But please don’t let that diminish what we did last night, or what we’ll continue to do if you consent to it. They were my girlfriends, and what we had worked for us at the time, but none of them could even hold a candle to the connection I feel to you. That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, Bay.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “So I’mnot like other girls?That’s what you’re saying?” It’s so cliché. I’m sure he’s been with beautiful women who knew exactly how to fall in line with the things he wanted from them. I have no idea what I’m doing. I live on my own and care for myself. It’s been over a year since I last had a boyfriend, and half that time since I’ve had sex. All my orgasms these days are self-delivered, and it’s usually just to tire me out so I can go to bed. What do I really know about handing all my pleasure—both physically and emotionally—to someone else?

He hooks a finger under my chin, turning me so I’m looking into his eyes. They’re full of emotion, and it’s almost hard to believe that it’s only been three days since we reconnected. I feel like I know his soul. Like we were never separated at all. “There isn’t a single human being on this planet like you, Bailey Hart. You’re one of a kind. You’ve always been my favorite person.”

He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine and I turn to curl up in his lap as he holds me. “How did we never find each other? You had my last name, but I wasn’t using it. I didn’t have yours, but it was plastered all over every sports magazine in the country. We missed out on so much. I hate that my parents didn’t try harder when I asked them to find you.”

He exhales a thoughtful sigh. “We were kids. Everything seemed to make sense at the time. It’s not like our parents were close enough to care about personal details, nor did they know the kind of friendship we had. While they were inside relaxing or working, we were hiding behind the birch tree, kissing and making plans to marry each other when we grew up. They couldn’t have understood what we meant to one another. Don’t blame them for that.”

“Aren’t you mad, though?” I ask. “You lost your mom and dad, Jett. And I wasn’t there to hold your hand or tell you it would be okay. You needed me and I didn’t know.” Tears spill down my cheeks and my heart breaks all over for that little boy. In this moment, I may be pissed at my parents for dismissing me when I asked them about his family, but I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to them. Even though he had hisaunt, uncle and cousins, I’m sure there were times when he could’ve just used a friend. It kills me to know that there’s a possibility I could’ve eased even an ounce of his pain, but had no idea he needed me. I was living my happy, carefree life full of love and laughter, while he was twelve years old, grieving the loss of the most important people in his world. Even if I wasn’t in control of the situation, I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of him facing it all alone out of my head.

“You’re a good man, Jett James,” I say, pressing my forehead to his. “And I?—”

I’m cut off by a loud knock on the door. Part of me is grateful, because there’s so much going on in my head and heart right now, and although I’m sensing he’s on the same page, it’s probably wise to give it a little longer before we talk about any of it. This thing is moving so fast, but I lost him once. I’d be an idiot to leave any words unsaid after this week is over.

“I’ll get it,” he says, kissing my forehead and walking to the door. He swings it open to reveal a very tired-looking Dia with her puppy-dog of a husband standing not far behind.

“Mr. and Mrs. Davis,” Jett says with a smirk. “To what do we owe the pleas?—”

“Bailey, help,” Dia says, cutting him off as she blows right into the room and faceplants on the bed with a groan. Dalton trudges in behind her, plopping down in the chair and dragging his hands down his face. He looks exhausted, which makes sense since he was complaining yesterday how he sleeps like shit without his wife.

“Help with what?” I ask with a laugh as Jett slides back in behind me and picks up where he left off, working to get the knots out of my hair.

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